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“You need to quit that, you know.” “How long you been stopped?” she chides me, “A month or two?” She smiles and I see her little square teeth spread across her face. I notice the beginning of a couple of smile lines startin' to spread from the corners of her eyes. “Almost a year now.” I give the bike one more swipe of the rag and turn to Tawnya. “I don't see you around much? What you been up to?” “Just work. Still at the bottling plant. I hit a bar now and then...you know.” “You don't hit the bars I hit.” “Probably not.” She flicks the cigarette butt into the street in a wide arc. “Well, it was good seeing you.” She turns and starts to walk away. “Wait,” I yell. She turns back to me. “Want to go for a ride?” I feel my eyebrow inch up all on it's own. “You know, just get away for a while?” I'm feelin' like I want to be alone, but with company. It's a strange feelin'. I think Tawnya would be nice company, and after seein' her again, maybe I don't want to be alone either. “On that?” She suspiciously nods at the motorcycle that radiates rust and small drops of oil. “How old's that thing anyway?” “It's goin' on thirty, but then, so are we.” I smile. She doesn't smile as much as smirk at me. “Where to again?” “I like to walk along the shores of the estuary, about twenty miles out of the city, near the abandoned Power plant. It's peaceful, quite.” I watch her eyes, she blinks a couple times and I can tell she's thinkin'. “Yeah, why not,” she says. “When?” “Let me put the battery back in and we'll be on our way.” Tawnya's small and light. I hardly feel her behind me as the motorcycle bursts out of the city. I feel a tug on my backpack once in a while as she uses it to steady herself. We pull off the highway onto a country road and follow it towards the water. Old factories from the industrial past, sit long abandoned beside the Page | 65

The Weekenders Magazine: Issue 3  
The Weekenders Magazine: Issue 3  

Issue #3 of The Weekenders Magazine. Tons of great stuff, including interviews with MANDEM and Catfish McDaris.

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